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So riddle me this! Why do all my anxiety nightmares involve horrifying, heart-pounding nightmares of trying to go on vacation with my parents? Although I love my parents, and they are my bestest friends, and I would always choose them first for a conversation about politics or a board game or whatever, I do solemnly hope and pray that they may never travel, or be in charge of organising things, again. I know it's a futile hope, so I guess it's more like a wish.
In stark contrast, I would without hesitation entrust Wax's mother to run the occupation of a hostile country, and if not for the fact that I'm not positive of her grasp of military strategy, even a military campaign. Aside from a tendency to these brief and alarming anxiety outbursts where she sort of shrieks irrationally and then calms down within five minutes, she always has things Under Control. She is the ultimate Ur Doin It Rong cat.
But back to my nightmare: There was a harrowing hunt for my parents during a street carnival aided by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
guinevere33 and my Emergency Backup High School Friend Sara; there were homeless vagrants giving bad directions, sneaking in the back door of closed bars, our eventual reunion and hitchhiking in a building-sized Thanksgiving Day Parade float-shaped vehicle with a pool and livingroom inside belonging to the Knights of Columbus, there was me being mysteriously sick and losing my parents again TWICE while sight-seeing in a quaint tourist town, once in a department store. And then there was the ending where I had low blood sugar and a desperate need to get a smoothie from McDonald's, but there was road work on the exit ramp and the police were just saying I had to do a U-turn into oncoming interstate traffic because it wasn't safe to drive up the driveway. Then I woke up, thank goodness. I don't feel very rested.
Happy Valentine's Day, dudes.
(Wax: Yeah, well, that's not hard to figure out.)
In stark contrast, I would without hesitation entrust Wax's mother to run the occupation of a hostile country, and if not for the fact that I'm not positive of her grasp of military strategy, even a military campaign. Aside from a tendency to these brief and alarming anxiety outbursts where she sort of shrieks irrationally and then calms down within five minutes, she always has things Under Control. She is the ultimate Ur Doin It Rong cat.
But back to my nightmare: There was a harrowing hunt for my parents during a street carnival aided by
guinevere33 and my Emergency Backup High School Friend Sara; there were homeless vagrants giving bad directions, sneaking in the back door of closed bars, our eventual reunion and hitchhiking in a building-sized Thanksgiving Day Parade float-shaped vehicle with a pool and livingroom inside belonging to the Knights of Columbus, there was me being mysteriously sick and losing my parents again TWICE while sight-seeing in a quaint tourist town, once in a department store. And then there was the ending where I had low blood sugar and a desperate need to get a smoothie from McDonald's, but there was road work on the exit ramp and the police were just saying I had to do a U-turn into oncoming interstate traffic because it wasn't safe to drive up the driveway. Then I woke up, thank goodness. I don't feel very rested.Happy Valentine's Day, dudes.
